"Being able to enjoy the singing and dancing up close, and even join in myself, was indeed pretty nice."
Pepper said with a smile. Perhaps because of the exercise, her face was a little flushed, and a few soft strands of hair at her temples clung to her skin with sweat. She lifted them aside, then faced the sea and enjoyed the coolness brought by the ocean breeze.
But then she noticed the churning white lines on the horizon. Under the moonlight, their movement was clearly different from that of the waves.
"Did you arrange any other activities? Like a jet ski show?"
She asked Tony beside her. The tycoon had not danced. After returning to the yacht, a wineglass had somehow found its way into his hand as if obeying universal gravitation, the brown liquid within gleaming golden under the lights.
"Was there such an arrangement?" Tony did not remember. He narrowed his eyes and looked toward the moonlit horizon, where something was indeed surging toward them. "I'll call the PR company and ask."
"They're gorillas. Countless gorillas." Wade spoke from behind them, holding a child's pair of binoculars and wearing a fuzzy monkey hood. "I don't think they were arranged by someone you hired. After all, you're past the age of watching monkey balls."
"I'm still young. Besides, how could gorillas come from the ocean... Did you say monkey balls? Let me see."
Tony snatched the plastic binoculars away. The strap tightened around Wade's neck, and he stuck out his tongue as he struggled.
This children's toy did not have any zoom function. Put plainly, it was just a few pieces of glass. But optics were that marvelous, able to bring distant things right before one's eyes.
Sure enough, the sea was covered in countless monkey balls—or rather,